Sunday, September 21, 2003
An interesting weekend.
Friday night was fine, romped about the quad with Brian from the third floor. We made a scene. People were scandalized by our running around and hooting and generally disrespecting all the lovely little couples trying to get their drunken freak on. Good times. And as a side note, he's never just 'Brian', it's always got 'from the third floor' tacked on. No reason, just the incontrovertible way of things.
Saturday I did shopping, because I needed to. There are no good sweatpants on this campus. I'm hoping that they're just not in yet. I got glorious Starbucks drinkage. The iced caramel macchiato is the pinnacle of beverage perfection. It's a great Starbucks, too. Two stories. Huge place. Chock full o'folks. I need to go in there one day with lots of free time and a sketchbook and have myself a merry little doodling time.
Every nice day, the quad is filled with people. People lying around reading or doing homework, people basking around giving themselves skin cancer, people playing guitar, people communing with the numerous red squirrels (very different critters from the gray ones back home), people playing frisbee or football, people trying to get touchy-feely with other people in the loverly setting, etc.
There is also usually a large juggling troupe.
They have one large patch of grass staked out, and on weekends where the weather is nice, there they are. There's a large group of people standing there, juggling balls and clubs and the like. I saw one guy doing so on a unicycle. They have the air of a group of jugglers who are out practicing, so I don't know, maybe they're a university club or something. If so, much coolness. Anywho, they're fun to watch.
Michigan was at Oregon this Saturday, so I had to watch it on TV. They lost 31-27. Exceedingly depressing. Oregon is Joey Harrington's alma mater, so today before the Lions game they got a shot of him looking all happy and making an O with his hands. Sigh. We love him anyways.
Then I mooched around that night for a while with some bored people from my hall. Got in around 3 am or so, bad things happened, had a minor nervous breakdown which involved sobbing in the bathroom and spending the rest of the night drawing depressing pictures in the lounge until the sun came up. Came back to the room around 8 am and fell asleep.
Yes. A hellish night. Not in the mood to explain the reasons on the blog.
Then I awoke and watched the Lions game. They lost. Sigh. It wasn't a bad game, though. Frelling Vikings. Joey Harrington jammed a finger but then came back in. Eddie Drummond had to be taken off the field in one of those wheely stretcher things. Very bad. He's essential, he had better not be badly hurt.
And then homework. Lots and lots of homework. There's a very cool 'homework lounge' down on my floor, where I went to do my drawing homework because there was more room to spread out my setup then I have on my dormroom floor. Alas for tiny rooms.
Did you see Weebl's badger animation? Did you love it? If so, you are now one with the rest of the Interweb. This thing has taken off into the lands of famousness with the ridiculous celerity that only the internet can give. The words 'instant cult classic' come to mind.
Well, he's got a new one. It's called Scampi, although it has nothing to do with scampi. A mystery. But it's random, exceedingly random and strange. And the song has been stuck in my head for two days now. Go see.
Oh! Good news! There's a four day weekend here in October, so I'm coming home! I get home Friday Oct. 10, and I leave on that Tuesday. So everyone must be in Swampscott that weekend. And we must see Kill Bill, and hopefully other movies as well, because I'm movie-deprived out here. Lack o'time, and all that jazz. But be around that weekend, so that I may bask in your soothing, Swampscottish/Nahantian company.
That is all. I shall try to go to sleep and hopefully negate the lack of good sleep I had yesterday/this morning. Sigh. Some things (people) are utter evil.